No Reason

i look up
and in a shock
i see the stones i threw
i threw them up into the air
and expected gravity to let me slide
but i didn’t slide
now my stones are falling down
to my head they fall
all down down down
and what if i lost
the reason to write this poem
and decided i would keep writing without aim
this fake fake fake poem
i never threw stones
in the air
i threw them at my toes
and my feet hurt
and it hurts to walk
and and and
is all i can write
is a long stream of ands
and and after and after and
and I’m tired
and maybe if i keep this strand
of grey going on long enough
it will jumble your brain and make you think this is a good work of art.
i simply do not call it art at all
but i still write and write
for no reason
no reason
no
reason.